Please take the time to read through our Newleaf Announcement for how our five Clans will be merging into three, led by our current active leaders (Silverstar, Owlstar, and Clovermask/star).
We also have a territory contest where we're challenging members to come up with what the Clans' territories will look like after disaster strikes! Prey and badges are among the rewards for participating!
Happy New Year! After the tumultuous year 2020 brought us, staff have decided to extend the December hiatus into January!
High ranks are not required to meet their usual post quota, and you are still free to roleplay, but things may be a little slower around the site!
Staff are recovering from the year as well, so please be patient with us, as it may take some time for us to accept applications and update things. Let's make 2021 a great year for Fate!
** Special Note: Another predator will be spotted in the valley in the coming days. Keep an eye out for the next batch of the Tooth & Claw event!
He'd gathered them all together, making sure the ones that were going to the gathering with him were there before leading them from camp. He'd already explained the rules to the apprentices going for the first time, and knew his warriors would know better than to cause a fuss at the Gathering. Silverstar just wanted to get them there safely. They'd set out somewhat earlier than normal because of the heat that greenleaf brought and his worry over both their aged medicine cat and the younger apprentices in the group that were going.
There was still so much going on in his head, so many things he was noticing as his tenure as leader continued and he settled more into the role. He was moons deep into his leadership, and still the other leaders intimidated him. He did his best to stand tall among them, but after falling off the snowy rock in Leafbare he felt that he had allot to make up for. Especially to Hawkstar for not informing the other leaders of his mishap before they'd arrived.
He remained mostly quiet, ears twitching as he listened to the cats around him and kept a close eye on Swanfeather in particular. He was worried about her more and more these days. How much longer would it be before StarClan called her home? Hopefully no time soon, but no one ever really knew how much time they had left.
----------- OOC: RainClan arrives first. If you wanted your cat there and don't see their name please let me know and I'll add you to the list.
"There’s a lot of things you need to get across this universe. You know the thing you need most of all?"
It was that time again and Foxstar gathered those she would be bringing with her before setting out once more for the gathering of the clans. So much was going on right now that leaving made her uneasy but it was necessary to go, she knew. So she gathered those she was bringing with her and headed out. The journey itself was a quiet one and once they were there she immediately spotted the familiar silver coat belonging to Silverstar and breathed a sigh of relief that he was the one there and not Lionstar.
She still hated the large tom with a fiery passion, but so long as they weren't actively alone together she could hold her peace until she was ready to strike. Yes, definitely a lot had changed for NightClan since last she'd stood on these grounds and she had to hope further changes would come by the time she stood here again. Things were getting better, but with the fox threat still very active in her clan, she needed all her strength and focus on the coming times ahead. Bounding up, she inclined her head politely and lifted her tail in greeting. "My greetings to you Silverstar, I hope the journey was an uneventful one for you."
Post by Fawntastic on Sept 1, 2018 17:42:51 GMT -5
The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars
TreeClan arrived while Foxstar and Silverstar exchanged greetings. The scents of pine, river water and dense forest mingled as Lionstar led the charge into StarClan's Claws. There was a ripple of tension between the TreeClan cats and NightClan cats (rightly so), and Lionstar tapped Gorsetail's shoulder, a passing reminder that he was to keep an eye on things. And on a few cats in particular.
Lionstar made the easy climb to the boulder's top with grace and dignity, rumbling a greeting to his peers. "We seem to be fortunate enough to have a cloudless night. I trust your Clans are well." Golden eyes swept from the youngest of their number to the aptly named Foxstar, half-expecting her claws to unsheathe in typical NightClan fashion. They tended to ignore the rules when it suited them best, the scattered scent markings in the branch trail spoke as much. Though Lionstar hadn't expected any less; in truth, he was surprised a retaliation was taking so long.
Though, as always, he did not know all the facts. Perhaps there were other unforeseen pressures on Foxstar's shoulders that had delayed the inevitable. Prepared for any unpleasant announcements from their pine nettled neighbors, Lionstar projected a calm, confident demeanor. Why should he be anything less? He had faith in his warriors, and faith in his leadership. As his eyes followed the familiar heart-pulling shape of his daughter, Lilypaw, making her way through the throngs of cats, led carefully and kindly by Finchcloud. Lionstar's muzzle lifted at the corners.
He would have a few nice words to say to Silentsong, after tonight. It was a blessing (and he was sure Gorsetail would agree) that Finchcloud had taken after his mother's temperament and not his father's.
I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king
A whirlwind of emotions spun around the leader of LightingClan like a blade of grass. Her grief was almost physical. The droop to her short tail and the air of irritability that hung on her like cobwebs. There was the loss of her brother that weighed her down, the injuries her daughter had suffered and the harsh reminder that her days would soon be numbered. The loss of a yet was too be expected as the leader, but no matter how many times it happened it remained a mental and emotional challenge to recover. Feeling herself in a heavy fog, Firestar had gotten herself distracted on the journey to StarClan's Claws.
She had encouraged Redscar to lead the group, he needed the practice. Not that she'd ever tell her deputy that she was preparing for her own departure. It didn't need the worry.
Just before arriving at the meeting place, her stride picked up and her paws guided her around the group to take the lead once more. Brushing past Tigerpaw, she gave her young son a forced but hopefully encouraging smile. "Please be respectful and mindful," She reminded them before guiding them the rest of the way.
Finding their arrival not to be the last, Firestar dismissed her clanmates to mingle before the gathering offically started. Jumping onto the boulder, her paw almost slippded but she managed to secure a soild footing. Dipping her head in polite greeting, she sat and waited. Eyes settling on Tigerpaw for majority of the waiting.
The big tom led the group of StoneClan cats across a familiar path. Despite the familiarity, the sand-coloured figurehead kept himself alert. Recent sightings and run ins with foxes made for an uneasy travel atmosphere this late at night. He hoped the terrible creatures were long asleep, and would give them peace for the Gathering, but Hawkstar wasn't about to bet tomorrow's breakfast on it. Pale amber eyes shifted toward Eagletalon, his brother walking almost directly at his side. With a tired smile, Hawkstar nodded his head. Although he didn't think anything needed to be said, Hawkstar still filled a bit of the silence with his voice.
"Watch over them tonight." He rasped. Hawkstar was fairly certain he didn't need to clarify just who he was talking about. Not far behind them, Kestrelclaw walked paw for paw with Sootpaw, helping the blind apprentice navigate the path to the Gathering. Despite trusting Sootpaw's resilience and Kestrelclaw's support, the big tom would feel a little better knowing Eagletalon was keeping an eye on them. He wasn't sure what the Gathering would bring Sootpaw, though he had met both deaf and mute cats from other Clans at the Gathering. Surely she will be alright. He thought to himself.
The journey ended soon enough, the sounds of many mingling Clans filling the air with the din of chatter. Straightening himself, Hawkstar pushed forward, leading StoneClan down the incline and into the clearing housing StarClan's Claws. Veering toward the leaders' perch, it was obvious he was last to arrive. Not letting it get to him, Hawkstar bounded up the rock face with ease. He may have been getting old, but he wasn't done fighting yet and these stones were something he had climbed many a time since becoming StoneClan's leader.
Big paws landed on the final ledge, and Hawkstar padded toward the gathered leaders. With a trademark respectful smile, the sand coloured StoneClan leader picked his way to Silverstar, lowering himself to a seat between the RainClan leader and Lionstar. "Foxstar, Firestar, Silverstar, Lionstar." He greeted each in turn, though his amber gaze shone with a touch more friendliness as his attention shifted to TreeClan's lion. "My apologies for the arrival delay. I hope no one has been waiting too long?" He offered, his tail wrapping over large paws as he settled into a more comfortable position from which to observe the Gathering about to unfold.
leader of stoneclan
and may you have the courage to scale their summits
They'd started out at mid-day, to ensure they got to the valley in plenty of time; Skyteller had hoped to rest a bit before completing the journey through StoneClan's land- hoping that the Clan wouldn't mind the intrusion. There was no way to get to the Gathering place without crossing some Clan's territory, and he hoped Hawkstar would be more willing to forgive them than if they'd gone through one of the Clans who they hadn't met. He would apologize for the trespass, of course; the Tribe might not hold boundaries like the Clans, but he did at least understand that it was important to the Clan cats.
They'd been delayed, however, by the presence of two persistent eagles, and Light's keen eye had given them all a chance to find cover quickly, crouched in a small alcove. The forest had been so close, and yet too far to risk a dash into its cover, with the birds hovering about and ready to strike should any of them decide to run. Not until night had truly fallen had the two cave-guards given the all-clear, and the rising moon had prickled Skyteller's fur with anxiety. He had hoped to arrive before the Clan cats, had hoped they would be able to peacefully explain the reason for their presence. Was it too late?
He remembered the way to the StarClan's Claws, at least, and he picked up the pace, leading the Tribe toward the meeting place. Movement as they neared the border, however, caught his eye, and for a moment he frowned at the creatures, the five of which had also stopped to eye him and his cats. Their scent was rank, and he'd never seen anything like them before, but as one of them took a step forward, eyes narrowing, his fur began to stand on end of its own accord.
Dusk's single word of explanation, the apprehension in his voice clear, was enough. Skyteller, however, had just turned to continue the way when the five lunged at them, and the Tribe all sprang into a run, their only thought to try to get to safety- in a territory none of them knew. The sound of the foxes' paws as they tore after the cats mixed with the pounding of Skyteller's heart; Light had fallen back, flashing furious glances at the russet creatures, half wishing she could stop and fight them off, to teach them a good lesson about messing with her Tribemates, but there was no way she could take on five, not even if Rose helped.
And then, ahead, Skyteller could see the group of cats, a crowd sitting and looking up at the five cats sitting on a rock jutting above the gathering. Sudden panic and misgiving tightened the ginger tom's throat; he was leading the foxes right for them. Perhaps he could veer off, but even as he considered it he saw one of the foxes break off the chase and streak for the group, a queerly ecstatic growl breaking from it. Sucking in a breath, Skyteller lifted his voice in a screech of warning- all he could do. "Look out! Run!"
And then, as he hurtled the last of the distance, his gaze meeting Finchcloud's, the latter's eyes wide with sudden fear, another younger voice rose in a wail of terror. "Fox! Smokestorm!" And, as Arisu hurled herself into the midst of the group, more shrieks tore the night apart.
Post by Fawntastic on Sept 19, 2018 0:35:23 GMT -5
The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars
Tribe cats, Clan cats and foxes all whirled together in a choking miasma of scents. Lionstar's posture had assumed a battle-stance even before fully comprehending what was happening. A dozen foxes flooded StarClan's Claws, morphing the peaceful night into a hellscape of ginger fur and hysteria. Golden eyes frantically tried to track each long-bodied menace, claws gripping the boulder ledge so hard the tendons in his paws ached from the tension.
Lilypaw! His daughter's name found its way to his lips, but Lionstar forced it down. She was safe - she had to be. As if here to devour not just him, but his desperate hopes for his kit, a scarred vixen leered at him with all the savagery of her kind. Lionstar gave an answering snarl, turning his senses away from the sounds of engagement going on all around. He had to ensure TreeClan was protected - that the apprentices, oh StarClan, the apprentices had the chance to escape or find shelter.
Masa lunged for his paws, trying to knock him from the boulder and thus remove his height advantage. Lionstar leaped, sinking his weight and his claws into the female's back with the intention to latch on for dear life. Fox fur was thick and musky; the dizzying scent filled his head as he tried to sink his teeth in through the dense ginger scruff. Masa whirled around, shrieking with rage as her attempts to throw him off seemed futile.
Without warning, the high-pitched scream of death jolted Lionstar's concentration. His grip slackened, head whipping around. He saw the limp form of a tortoiseshell cat dead in the jaws of a second fox - before he was flung haphazardly to the side. Lionstar's claws snagged themselves on the fox's flank, predator and predator tangled up as he scrambled to get purchase.
I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king
Dawnblossom went down in a startled, painful wail cut hideously short. Eagletalon had fought through the masses of struggling, fleeing cats to reach his mate's sister. But the stars, not even on tonight of all nights, were not kind. Dawnblossom's blood leaked from the jaws of a hungry male fox, tall and scarred, the sire of the fiery-coated devils that had invaded this sacred place.
Rage and conviction claimed Eagletalon. Burning eyes and bared teeth found Tenko's gloating, alien gaze. "Worst mistake you've ever made!" He snarled, and leaped over two frightened forms to meet his challenger. Hawkstar was close by, struggling to orient himself as the largest of the foxes made targets of the Clan leaders. Eagletalon did not stop to think. He threw his full weight at the fox, intending to knock it off its feet so that he - or anyone with their wits left - could sink their teeth into the wretched creature's throat.
StoneClan was in danger.
Eagletalon's heart clenched tight as a fist. Flashes of that bloody day so many moons ago, when StoneClan lives had been lost by the dozens, kits orphaned and the remainders struggling to find sanctuary in the mountains. Flashes of that bloody day pushed his caution aside. He would let StoneClan suffer no more casualties. No more deaths.
No more. --- Word Count: 257 Words Tags:Bloodrose Notes:
Anyone can join in with either fight, please be aware that Eagletalon (and Hawkstar) will kill Tenko at the end.
Foxes. Foxes and fighting and chaos. Silverstar's eyes were huge in his head, briefly frozen before he got his wits about him. His clan needed him! He took a deep breath and darted into the thick of it, relying on his speed to overcome the fact that he was fairly small for a tom. His silver pelt stuck out so much here, and one of the foxes bit at his tail as he slid between their legs and came out the other side, sliding on someone's blood.
Everyone was moving, and he found himself barking orders to terrified cats from clans that weren't even his own, telling them to move, telling them to run, telling them to look after the apprentices. Do something, just don't stand there to be killed by the foxes.
His priority was Swanfeather and Dewpaw. If the foxes took out their medicine cats there would be more loss of life as no one would be left who knew how to treat the injured.